SFCumdog

If you like younger guys, grow a beard. I don't know what it is about them but ever since I grew mine, the boys are like moths to a flame. And they are hot young guys who I never would never have been able to score with when I was their age. But with age also comes more confidence too, maybe that's part of it also.

I once ran into a guy in the supermarket in San Francisco who had been a popular performer back in the Catalina Video Days. He hopped out of a beaten up old van driven by a guy who was considerably older than him. They both looked very worn down by the world, a bit shabby and unkempt, but I still would have know this performers face anywhere. I had unloaded to his image a great many times over the years. When we ran into each other inside the store I said "hey aren't you XXXX" and he replied "I am!" and then I told him how much I had loved his films. In spite of everything, he flashed me this great smile and said "Thank you for remembering. I appreciate that" and winked at me, and off they went.

Start with pleasing your own self first, then worry about pleasing others. For example, if he wants soup, let him make it. That doesn't mean you have to be part of the process. Your time is valuable too, especially to you. It would be one thing if you came home and he had prepared it for you to then not eat it, but he hadn't. And if he's not mature enough to understand that, then maybe he's not the right one for you. You can just kindly say, "I'm not up to that tonight, but if you want to, go right ahead. I'll have something light right now and can have some tomorrow."

I used to go to a party like that in Philly years ago. Was a once a month thing at a guy's house. It was loads of fun. There was always a revolving attendee list with everyone bringing new acquaintances.

An older guy in high school just asked me to do it, and I did. Guess I was a born natural. To this day I'm still not sure why I just did it...

Let him sit on it so that he can take it at his own pace to begin with. I think most virgins fear that the top will just slam it in them with no regard for how its gonna feel. If you want him to come back for more, than let him do his thing till he's used to it.

Coming of age in the early 1980s, as I did, was a bit of a scary time. My hormones were raging, but there were other things to consider. I met my first real boyfriend shortly thereafter, and we were together a long time. He was only slightly older than me, but I looked up to him because he had gotten around quite a bit. And I was young and naive and just believed everything he told me about the way that gays lived their lives, especially as it related to sex. I had thought that gays met someone and settled down, and that was it. But he had other ideas and bent me to them. I was quickly introduced to the world of Bars, Bookstores, Bathhouses, and Group Sex, because "this is what gays do." With each new experience I quickly learned that sex did not equal intimacy. I could have said no, but I was too stupid to realize that I actually had a choice. And I loved the guy and didn't want to lose him. So I adapted. I'd be lying if I said I didn't come to love the excitement of it all. And once Pandora's Box is opened, there's no closing it, ever. I also learned that there is way more to sexuality than vanilla sex. I actively began trying all the flavors I could. So if you are getting that feeling of "samey" that you talk about, maybe you need to start expanding your horizons a bit more. You'll find out that there are all kinds of things out there that can get rid of the "samey-ness" for you and can help you find yourself again. Unfortunately in my case, I apparently got pozzed shortly after my bf introduced me to this world of his... and of course he didn't, which made for some drama later when I was diagnosed since we only played together when exploring. In later years he couldn't understand why vanilla sex with him just wasn't enough for me, like it was somehow my fault, and blamed me for wanting more (which was really rich). I kept growing, and he didn't, and then resented it. The other thing I have more recently found is that if your doctor puts you on any kind of mood enhancing drug, it can totally kill your interest in sex. Most people don't realize that. So can many other drugs. So make sure that that isn't the source of your dwindling feelings. Sometimes too you just need a break to recharge. It will all work out.

Congrats man. You just didn't realize it, but you've always had it in you to do that. Sometimes it just takes the right situation to finally draw it out. The best tops are those who bottom since they really know what makes it feel good.

Wasn't she a buzzkill. You should have told her she's not the morals police...

That last sentence alone just about made me cum. I'd love to find you like that, ready to go

Cut, but with a bit of skin that made it slide back and forth a bit

Apart, so you can be raised up or down as needed

And if you get bored, there was always the Red Barn on the opposite side of the highway slightly closer to the traffic circle. Been years since I was there, but both were definitely fun.

Hope I can explain this correctly, but I had a long-term partner who advanced into being a heavy drinker. He would often go to bed earlier than I did (probably because he was soused) but he hid it well and I didn't always know that the slide had started. When I would walk into the bedroom and the door had been closed there would be this horribly disgusting and rotten distillery-like smell in the room that had been pouring out of his mouth while he slept. It made me sick to my stomach and always kind of made me panic because it usually foretold of worse things to come from him. To this day if I get a whiff of that same kind of smell off of someone, it kind of makes me want to turn and run, that's how badly it triggers me.

I like to fuck a bottom right up to that point where their orgasm is building. You know where I mean, that point when every stroke elicits a a more intense response from them than the others have; when you are pushing that special button that they've got. And then just keep doing it just to torture the fuck out of them without making them cum. Keep them on the edge as long as possible... their body quivering in that way that you feel it right through your cock. Then give them one last hard punch with it that sends them flying off the edge where they can hardly catch their breath. And then when they think that it's over, just start pissing in their hole unannounced while watching their eyes widen as they suddenly realize what it is you are doing to them while slowly watching them accept it and get turned on by it. That's what I like to do.

Funny thing is I thought we were being so sly about it, till about a month later when this guy on Manhunt messages me and says "You were that guy that was fucking a guy right out in the bar the other week." LOL

It's not like it's the first time this ever happened. Poppy Bush pardoned son Neil. It seems there is always a Republican precedent for everything...

I agree. Same here. and it manifested itself quite early on

254. Those last ones add up fast

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In a swimming pool, a church parking lot, a cemetery, a Macy's changing room, in a busy SF bar standing next to the cigarette machine (guy leaned into me and just reached down and pulled me out and he pulled his pants down in the back and just sank down on my cock, Department store bathrooms, College bathrooms known for cruising, and of course ABS and Bath houses.

You create and write the best fuckin stories. Kudos to you!

As a top with a very thick cock, a tight hole is my worst enemy. So I love a stretched out hole, but like it when the rest of the ass can still provide some friction to help get me off. A totally slack cunt though is almost as bad as a very tight hole.

Doggy as both top and bottom, and I love being ridden by a hot boy when I top. That way I can fuck up into them while grabbing their hips and slamming them down on me. My ultimate though is fucking in a sling (top or bottom). Not sure what to call that position, but love the freedom of movement it provides. Plus a sling always makes me feel extra piggish.

The Comstock Act of 1873. Still on the books. The Comstock Act criminalizes the mailing of materials that are "obscene, lewd, or lascivious" or "intended for producing abortion". This includes pornography, contraceptives, sex toys, and written material about these items. While It may not directly censor the actual speech, It censors the flow of that speech which is just as insidious.